The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain did not fall so much as it was driven sideways, a cold, gray sleet that stung the skin of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s face and slicked his uniform into a second, heavier skin, as he stood at the threshold of the abandoned textile mill in the industrial hollows of Pennsylvania, where the air tasted of rust and wet stone and the silence was so profound it seemed to press against his eardrums...

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